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Array ( [sid] => 56734 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Modern Americana [time] => 2004-07-19 07:22:20 [hometext] => [bodytext] => This is the land of freedom of choice:
Coke or Pepsi, light beer or dark,
less filling, tastes great,
Republican or Democrat,
horse manure, cow manure,
different crap, same smell.

America is now a pie divided
into eight slices,
but, there are twelve at the table,
and three of them want seconds.

It’s all a game.
George and Martha never had a son.
Truth and illusion;
it doesn’t make a difference,
we still sit in the waiting
room expecting delivery.

Money is the new Messiah,
greed is the national creed,
“In G-O-D (gold or dollars) we trust,”
but, credit cards accepted.

The government of the people
has been bought and sold.
It’s only business, nothing personal.

The heart of America stopped
beating, the blood clotted,
no longer red, now medi-ochre,
and pumped by the pacemaker
of public opinion.

The real American patriots
are true blue and white
or least act white, and all
the stars are in Hollywood.








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Modern Americana

Contributed by pvd on Monday, 19th July 2004 @ 07:22:20 AM in AEST
Topic: political



This is the land of freedom of choice:
Coke or Pepsi, light beer or dark,
less filling, tastes great,
Republican or Democrat,
horse manure, cow manure,
different crap, same smell.

America is now a pie divided
into eight slices,
but, there are twelve at the table,
and three of them want seconds.

It’s all a game.
George and Martha never had a son.
Truth and illusion;
it doesn’t make a difference,
we still sit in the waiting
room expecting delivery.

Money is the new Messiah,
greed is the national creed,
“In G-O-D (gold or dollars) we trust,”
but, credit cards accepted.

The government of the people
has been bought and sold.
It’s only business, nothing personal.

The heart of America stopped
beating, the blood clotted,
no longer red, now medi-ochre,
and pumped by the pacemaker
of public opinion.

The real American patriots
are true blue and white
or least act white, and all
the stars are in Hollywood.












Copyright © pvd ... [ 2004-07-19 07:22:20]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Modern Americana (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Monday, 19th July 2004 @ 07:29:39 AM AEST
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"It’s only business, nothing personal."

Powerfully, you did strike a chord, and I'm sure many people shall hear it.
. . . only your second post, and you have my attention by the throat.

Excellent stuff.




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